Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
a-ha,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.